sometimes
the heart is also heavily loaded
like a cloud gathering mist
and shall in any moment
rain
sometimes
you lose control about what you are carrying
something slips away
and no matter how you pick it up
you can never hold it back
sometimes what is wingless
turns otherwise
a stone turns into a fish
just to lose itself
from its prison
sometimes i fell just like that
heavily loaded and i want to have the wings of any bird
just to get away from
what is here
from what is unfortunate
from what is miscalculated
from something that i can change
and be simply away from it all
sometimes there is no choice
however
except to stay and be numb and be no bird
but a
stone
deep in that muddy and murky pool
stinking like any
other fool
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